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| The Ghost of Barrow Downs |
Cloaked in the shadows He walks with the night Dancing with stars Under flowing moonlight Pitch black surrounded Mystery lies within Who could he be Foe or a friend? Winter wind blowing Cold biting chill Under cover of the shadows It's even colder still He wraps his arms around you Embraced in icy death Shadow wraith consumes you Inhaled the killing breath You wake within a barrow Naked and alone Cold steel set beside you Blade astride the stone A veiled figure approaches Gray tattered gown Spirit of the kings of old The ghost of Barrow-downs Screaming in the silence But lips utter no sound For sound cannot carry Within the barrow mound It's hand touches your shoulder You're frozen to the bone Death creeping closer You fear you are alone Shallower becomes your breathing Life draining away The wraith consumes you And in the barrow you'll stay But then a flicker of light A torch-flame breaks the spell Tom's come to save you Merry ol' Bombadill The wraith cowers back He's no match for this foe Banished to from whence he came And no more fear to show Slowly you stagger awake Tom Bombadill has saved the day Released from your torment And he'll set you on your way So after a brief rest To Bree you must travel The Ring still has far to go And many mysteries will unravel |